Date: Wed, 06 Dec 2000 19:54:51 +0200
From: Claude Kanj
Subject: High School Athletes Nipple Club
Disclaimer
This is a story that actually happened but that I can't remember in
complete detail so I have tried to substitute description and dialogue that
accounts for what actually took place subjectively if not for real. After
you read the first chapter and want me to continue, please let me know at
the email address
If you are underage or are offended by sexual acts between males, stop
reading now.
Prologue
Hi! My name is really Jack but I'm using another name for my e-mail
address. I am 25 years old and am a graduate student in a university where
I am on the wrestling and ski teams. I'm a bodybuilding fanatic very
interested in other such guys especially if they are also inerested in
nipple play. I'm about to tell the story of how I got involved with other
guys in this erotic zone while I was in high school.
CHAPTER ONE - RUMORS ABOUT THE SECRET CLUB
The place is the Baltimore Polytechnic Institute. The time: over a period
of a couple of years while I was a junior and then a senior in the late
spring of the year when the Poly teams were preparing for wrestling and
lacross and track and baseball and while basketball was at its height in
popularity. One of my best friends was the son of a doctor and the captain
of the basketball team, Rodney Baker, a very handsome hunk who had girls by
the dozen, who was smart as a whip and who I was told had something to do
with a "secret society," something like that "dead poets society" in the
movies. I was not especially interested in poetry so I didn't give it a
thought until Stu, a guy who sat next to me in solid geometry class,
slipped a photo under my book of Rodney in a state of complete erection
with some other guy pinching his nipple. I looked at Stu dumbfounded.
"Where the hell did you get this?"
"From Bob Sharp, the City basketball coach."
City and Poly were ancient rivals in all the games, especially basketball.
"You know him?" I asked.
"I fucked his daughter once and, well, she gave it to me, not to her
Dad."
"And she got it from Rodney?"
"Maybe. I don't know. But she said Rodney belonged to this secret
club and..? Well, Jack I don't know. She just gave it to me to prove that
she and Rodney had some sort of thing going."
"With his guy pinching Rodney's nipple?"
"Hell knows. Just give it here," And he grabbed the photo and
slipped it in his book.
All that afternoon the only thing I could think of was the size of Rodney's
cock in that photo, even bigger than mine and I have a very good eight and
a half. Why did Stu's girl friend give it to Stu? Was Stu lying? And why
would Stu show the photo to me? He didn't know that I was after Rodney, did
he? Or did he? Rodney and I never played around. He was always head honcho
and I was always his Pal Jack. Ready to hand him a towel at half time
during a game. But I did notice him once while he was watching the City
team practice fingering his nipples under his T-shirt that really turned me
on and kept me thinking that one day I could suck those babies.
So I asked Rodney one day in the cafeteria if he knew anything about a
secret club.
"What club?"
"Stu told me there was some sort of secret club that you knew about."
"So why not ask Stu?"
"Look I don't want you to get angry with me about this, Rodney."
"Then let's just drop it. Okay? Now I'm late for a wrestling match in
the gym, Want to come?"
Rodney knew a guy on the wrestling team whom he pointed out to me who
looked like a budding Mr. America, Steve Shannon, with the sexiest nipples
I ever saw. Immediately I said to myself that I would get into shape and
join the wrestling team! So that afternoon at my urging I asked Rodney to
introduce me to his friend, Steve, so I could join the wrestling team
without losing a moment away from Steve.
"Why not introduce me now since he's right here. Call him over,
Rod.. I'd like to have a word."
"Okay, if you insist, but he may have something on just after
winning his match"
"Come on, Rod. I'll owe you one."
Steve had a towel over his shoulders and was walking with some female
admirers toward the locker rooms.
"Looks like he's busy already."
"Please, Rod."
"Okay. Okay,"
Rodney called out to him across the matted floor and when Steve turned
around, he stopped , recognized his friend, said something to the girls and
came over to greet him.
"Great match, Steve. That last pinning took the prize."
"Thanks, Rod. Glad you could make it." They went on chatting
while I was all agog at this materpiece physique in front of me sweating in
streams down his fabulous pecs. Perfect proportions. Arms and deltoids.
Ripped abs, but what I must have stared at fixedly were his succulent
nipples. My lust arose instantly with my dick and when he turned to me
looking me full in the face I almost shit in my pants. Those eyes piercing
into me as if knowing what I was thinking!
"You want to join the team?" he was saying.
"Eh,well, yeah."
"Isn't that why you wanted to meet Steve?" Rodney sounded
emphatic.
"Sure. Sure I do. So what do I do to join?"
"You'll have to meet the coach."
"Great. What about now?"
"Now? Well, the coach is probably leaving," said Steve."But you
can go to his office tomorrow and see what he thinks about your experience
and ability."
"Experience I have not got. You have to try me out. Can you?"
"Try you out? You mean you want me to wrestle you?"
"Why not?"
"Well, I'm not competent to judge. You'd have to leave that up
to the coach."
"Maybe I can learn watching you practice. When do you
practice?"
"The team practices MWF in the afternoon."
"Oh, I've got classes then until six. And when are you free?"
"Weekends some times."
"Let's see tomorrow's Friday. I'll skip class and come watch you
practice. Okay?"
He and Rodney went back to chatting while I kept ogoling his sweaty body
and nipples. Not a hair on his body. Skin like satin. Creamy tan. Nipple
tips standing high waiting for my tongue. I could tell he's had them worked
on. Somebody was sucking them. And soon I would be, too, if I played it
right.
I was just coming to my senses when I heard Rodney say:
"I have room for two more so Brad and Tino can come with me if
you're inviting them."
"That makes about twelve with Jessie and Matt."
"Whose bringing the cake and ice cream?"
"I'll bring them," I blurted out. There was a stunned silence.
Then Rodney broke it in a quiet voice.
"I'll bring the cake, Steve."
"Birthday?" I asked.
"Yes," said Steve. "They're giving me a party on our farm on
Sunday."
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"Okay, Steve. Twelve noon sharp we'll be there. Now you get into
the shower before you catch a chill.,? said Rodney.
Steve jogged away toward the lockers and the girls who were waiting.
"No, you weren't invited," said Rodney. "He doesn't know you, Jack.
So no invite. Okay?"
Friday afternoon I was at the gym an hour before wrestling practice
watching the coach watching the pairs on the mats going at it. I was trying
to learn something, catching the jargon associated with the holds,
observing the bodies of the participants. I knew I had to work out
intensely. Maybe daily over at the weights rooms. I was in pretty good
shape, better than most. Even much better than most. Good chest and pecs,
Good arms and shoulders and with work I would have good abs in a month.
When the coach sat down alone with no one around, I went up to him and gave
him a very convincing shpeel about how much I'd like to join the team even
as a beginner. He put on this authoritative air as if he were coaching the
Olympic team and said I had to have a physical and a lot of other stuff
like see my advisor. Anyway, it worked. He asked me if I had gym gear. I
said "Yes," and he told me to change now.! So I got into my gear and as
soon as I went into the locker room, there was Steve! Wow! I was stunned
again by this incredible guy who was getting out of his dress shirt into a
tank. I didn't want to stare at his body because I would have given myself
away . So I just chatted about how the coach and I had spoken about my
joining the team and the physical and other stuff.
"Well, you got your wish."
"Yeah, I did."
"Let's have a look at you. Take off your T. We don't wear T's. Here
you can borrow one of my tanks or else just go stripped. Let's see. Turn
around."
He felt my back and shoulders and when I turned around he felt
my chest and abs.
"You need to work out. What's yer name?"
"Jack."
"Okay, Jack. Welcome to the team." And he shook my hand.
"Thanks, Steve."
So we went out into the gym and I practiced my first holds with the coach
and then some guy who wouldn't take his glasses off and made me nervous.
Later I just sat on the side and watched until the coach came up to me and
presented me to a huge hair character who I was told was the best of the
Poly team. Basil. We shook hands and he welcomed me to the teams and then
we spent almost an hour with him showing me a dozen different holds and him
throwing me this way and that until I just said I had enough. But I stayed
on because I wanted to go into the showers with Steve and not only check
out his cock but provide him with a glimpse of my biggy.
A stocky well-built kid in speedo swimming trunks went up to Steve who had
a long conversation with him. I especially remembered him because he kept
going after his left nipple with his right hand while he was talking to
Steve. I thought this kids might be on the swimming team and if so I would
take the opportunity to learn something about Steve from him. I checked him
out after he left Steve to go. But he was not very amenable but with a
stocky sexy body and a heavy pouch holding a nice dong..
"Say, is the swimming pool open now?"
"Who wants to know?"
"You on the swimming team?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm a friend of Steve's and it's his birthday on Sunday and I
wanted to surprise him with a gift.Can you tell me where he lives?"
"Yeah, on his father's farm near Dorsey. The Shannon place."
"Thanks. I'm Jack."
"Hi, I'm Brad. And yeah, I'm on the swimming team. See you around."
And he left After the coach gave a short pep talk the team split for the
showers. I seized my chance to do my thing. It was my luck that Steve
waited until most of the guys showered so there were four of us in the one
big shower room. Steve was talking with the two other guys about the next
match with Forest Park, a school in west Baltimore. I didn't want to
interfere. I just wanted him to view my endowment as I wanted to see his.
No, I couldn't get very close and offer to wash his back but it crossed my
mind. Then I had it! I squeezed my soap. It flew out of my hand and landed
halfway between me and Steve. I went for it. He saw me. He was spying on
my dick. I was sure. And his was about seven inches. Not bad. But I really
didn't care how big it was. I was after his pecs and nipples. It looked
like Steve was pretty tight with his team mates so I dried off and went
home for dinner.
That night I had a wild wet dream of sucking Steve's nipples in
that shower with that kid. Brad on one nipple and me on the other and then
everyone jerking off like mad at the end shooting cum at each other like
water pistols.
That Sunday I planned to drive out to Dorsey to find the Shannon
farm and discover what was going to happen with all those guys at Steve's
party. Was this a meeting of the secret club?
After dinner I surprised my folks when I said I was tired and wanted
to sleep. As always they told me to study for my finals so I did some
geometry and history but couldn't get Steve off my mind so I did go to
sleep but only after jerking off with my mind full of naked Steve in that
shower and remembering that photo of Rodney with his long dick.
Everyday for one week I worked out in the gym with an older beefy
guy who was probably a teacher who I'd never seen before. Harold. Didn't
say much, just pointed and said things like "Full weight ten reps" or
"Concentrate. Concentrate. Now lift!." Harold was killing me but I did
what he said because he let me spot for him which meant that I could get
very close to those huge pecs before his bench presses. On the third day,
Wednesday, I went to wrestling practice feeling like I could take on a
Japanese wrestler after working out with Harold. My arms and pecs were
beginning to pop out and my abs that always look good were really ripped.
I was a little late and when I walked out on the gym floor the coach
saw me and looked at his watch, which meant I sat around watching Steve and
the rest take falls for half an hour before I got my turn. A team member
showed me a few preliminary holds from kneeling position. We practiced. I
was pinned. We practiced . I was pinned. I was beginning to get the hang of
it after an hour, but all the time I was watching Steve out of the corner
of my eye and plotting some way I could get him to teach me. There was a
guy Steve was holdong between his legs, face practically in Steve's crotch!
Wow! Now that would someday be me. Why not?
Next afternoon I worked out with Harold and on Friday again
wrestling practice. This time only me, Steve and another guy who Steve
practiced with while I watched. For half an hour they were at it. Then Steve
took off his T-shirt! I was beside myself. Would Steve practice with me
now? Steve and his team mate were talking about a Maryland State boxing
match Saturday after tomorrow. Then the guy had to go! I was left alone
with Steve for the first time.
"You want to practice a few holds with me like you were doing
with Bill the other day?" he asked.
"Well, sure. Why not?" I was really overwhelmed by his smooth body
and skin and those nipples so near to me. Why not show him that you're
really into nipples? I asked my self. So I'll show him when the time is
ripe and start playing with my nipples. Then I tried a few holds that he
showed me, grabbing him around the waist and he pulling me every which way
and after a few practices feeling my cock getting hard I suddenly wound up
with his arm around my neck squeezing my face against his right pec! His
nipple practically in my eye!
"I gotta stop, Steve."
"Am I hurting you?"
"Yer making me horny."
"What?"
"Yeah, Steve, yer nipples are making me horny. We gotta stop."
"If that's what you want."
"No it's not what I want. Well, no that's not true. Yer nipples are
just making me horny. And I don't know what to do about it."
"You mean...You are into nipples?"
"Shall I be frank once in my life? Yes, I am."
"You'd like to suck my nipples?"
"For keeps."
"Like right here?"
Chapter II
"Forget it, Steve,"
He looked reprimanded. What a shitty thing to say, "Forget it!"
That chest of his! Glowing almost translucent skin, smooth as
silk, inches from my face, heaving with his breathing. Those impressive
pecs billowing out, each tipped with partially erect nipples. There they
were! For me! What I dreamed of sucking and milking for days! His right
nipple looking down at me, close to my lips. I looked up at Steve
half-smiling. His puzzled frown was gone as he presented me with the
fleshly gifts that would satisfy my voracious hunger. That right nipple
peaking toward my mouth!
"You'll think I'm a fucking faggot," I said apologizing.
"We're team buddies, Jack. Remember? If you need something from me
just ask."
Then he suddenly threw open his arms wide as if to invite me in, but I
didn't want to take advantage of a guy so genuine, so candid, so innocent,
so grandly muscular. A super jock. A real friend who would do just about
anything for me. Yes there he was offering himself and there I was my cock
climbing higher up my gym shorts with my heart throbbing as I gazed
longingly at the taut bead perched at the center of his right tit as if
waiting for my mouth and tongue.
His open arms relaxed. We sat cross-legged facing each other, our
knees touching.
"Something's coming out of hiding," he said looking down at my crotch.
"Coming out of hiding?"
"Yeah! Yer pecker's peeking over yer shorts."
I had a pretty big boner and I'm sure I was blushing. His next words
made me dizzy.
"I guess that means you want to suck my nipples real bad. Huh?"
"You're right, Steve. I do."
"Then let me tell you about our club."
"Your club?" First he offers me his nipples then he suddenly changes
the subject. Teaser!
"You'd like it, Jack. It's a secret club."
"I think I heard something about some secret club from Stu in my
solid geometry class."
"Nobody's supposed to know about it unless yer a member."
"Why talk about it now?"
"Because if yer a member you wouldn't hesitate to do what you like
to do."
"Like what?"
"Like suck my nipples."
What was he saying? I could hardly believe my ears.
"Your club?"
"You wanna join? I'd like you to."
"So tell me about it. What's the price of admission?"
"You gotta pass a test."
"To suck your nipples? You crazy? I'm not HIV."
"Hey, Jack. Yer pecker's getting bigger. You must really want my
nipples. Huh?"
"So let me get closer so I can play with them a little bit while
you tell me all about your club."
While he was explaining, I decided to take advantage of his
muscluar hulk and scooted up to him on the floor so that he was between my
legs with our crotches almost touching. He was engrossed in telling me
about his club as he rested his elbows on my knees and as I glided my hands
gently over his shoulders and deltoids and biceps and finally over his pecs
that immediately rose in gratitude as I settled each index finger on each
of his erected nipples.
"Like that. Steve?" We were staring straight into each other's
eyes. Very very close. My erection stiffened. I repeated: "Like that?"
His reply took time. He was breathing heavily. I resisted kissing
him. I think he expected it.
"Wow, Jack. Yeah. Oh, yeah! Oh! Nipples feel real good."
I suddenly felt his hand gently touching the head of my cock, feeling
the shaft gently.
"Like that, Jack?"
What a scene!
"I do. Sure, I do. You like it?"
"Feels real good. Yer cock and my nipples. So let me finish telling
you about the test.. You've gotta come with me to meet Jessie at his gym on
Saturday. He's Number One now. He gives the test."
"You never told me about all this before."
"It's a secret club only for guys really into muscles and
nipples. Oh, WOW. Do that!. Fingers and thumbs, Jack. Yeah, fingers and
thumbs on my nipples, buddy."
"You're into muscles, yeah. But nipples? Since when?"
"Since the club."
"You mean you really ARE into nipples?"
"Yeah, Like yours."
"Like mine? You mean you'd like to?"
I could hardly believe that Steve, after all this time, is now
admitting that he's interested in my tits. Mine? We were still eyeing each
other, my fingers and thumbs on his nipples and his hand on my cock
"Yeah. I'd like to."
"Let me oblige," I said bringing both of his hands up to my pecs.
He smiled broadly placing his thumbs on each of my nipples, saying
"Like that?"
"Sure, Steve. Like that. So here we are doing what we like doing."
One of his hands went back to my cock, gripping it hard.
"You're really big."
"What about you?"
"You wanta see?"
"Why not?"
Both of his hands pushed down on the waist band of his trunks then
lifting himself off the floor momentarily, he exposed his fierce erection,
thick cock, reddish-purple helmet leaning backwards, pinkish shaft changing
color to dark brown toward his hairless balls, the muscle of his cock's
underbelly swelled grandly.
"Whata you think of it?"
"Let me look."
I took it between my fingers, moving it from side to side,
pulling it toward me to examine the head that was oozing precum down my
fingers.
"I'm not big on fucking guys. So don't expect too much, Jack."
"Who cares? To each his own. I'm having fun."
"So am I. So let me suck your nipples."
Those were the words I really wanted to hear and not in my sleep.
End of Part I
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